My sister in-law recently discovered my nephew and a friend wiping bogies on the wall behind the sofa while they watched TV. She told them if they hadn’t a handkerchief to wipe them on it would be more hygenic, not to mention, pleasant for everyone if they just ate them.

Helvetica, HA! My sister wiped her boogers on the wall of her childhood room. When I went to college, she moved in to my booger-free room, while I was forced to store my belongings (that wouldn’t fit in the dorm) in her boogie-gold painted room. Gross.

I chaperoned a field trip for my son’s “summer camp”–a group of 5 year olds that start Kindergarten this coming school year. Two of the kids in the van were picking their noses, but they had the good sense to eat the findings rather than share them with the next riders.